At any rate, she quickly changed the topic.
"I am afraid you are growing tired," she said; "but we must be getting on.

It will soon be quite dark and we have still a long way to go.

Look there," and she pointed seaward.
He looked.

The whole bank of mist was breaking up and bearing down on them in enormous billows of vapour.

Presently, these were rolling over them, so darkening the heavy air that, though the pair were within four feet of each other, they could scarcely see one another's faces.